by Z. Stefani
“That’s gross,” she frowned “hickies are disgusting.”
“Hickies are a mark of ownership.” he grinned at her in the mirror, “Would you prefer my name tattooed on the side of your breast?”
“You might as well, I don’t think I can look any trashier.”
“You don’t look the least bit trashy, you look amazing, your body is like a living dream. You’re the sexiest and smartest girl I’ve ever met. You’re the only woman who can rule a courtroom as well as the bedroom, how could you possible associate that with trash?” he tried to make her understand.
“Look at me, I’m half naked, you can see almost all of my breasts.” she whined as she tried to adjust the thin material covering her breasts.
“Leave it,” Julian pulled her hands away from her chest and held her wrists behind her back “they are way to pretty to keep hidden.” he finished as he reached over and grabbed a pair of handcuffs than quickly snapped them around her wrists. “You should be proud, I’m proud just to stand beside you.” he kissed her shoulder.
“I cannot go out like this.” she repeated
“You’ll be wearing a mask, no one will ever know who you are.”
“Oh, so that makes it better?” she asked him sarcastically, “unless I’m using that mask to cover my breasts and my butt, I am not leaving this house!” she stomped her foot to accentuate her words.
“You don’t have a choice Princess.” he whispered, sliding his hand under the fabric over her belly, then sliding his hands up to caress her breasts.
“Don’t make me do this Julian.” she pleaded, hating that she had to resort to begging.
“You’re going.” he pushed his erection against her soft behind as he slid his fingers over her nipples, making her involuntarily arch.
“You’re trying to make me go crazy, aren’t you?” she asked in sincerity, trying to calm her body down.
“No, I’m just trying to fully enjoy this amazing gift I have for the remainder of our contract.” he kissed her shoulder again.
***
It was a small private party he had told her, although knowing Julian as well as she did, she should have known better than to just take his word for it. Nothing with Julian was small and she had a feeling this party would be anything but private.
He drove her down a deserted gravel road that stretched out over a mile before their destination appeared within the windshield. Heaven’s eyes widened as the ominous scene came into clear view, her heart raced with trepidation as she realized this was the last stop and they would be dining in what looked like hell in a brick box for the evening. The formidable looking building was out in the middle of nowhere and stood alone on a secluded section of land surrounded by endless water. The yard was littered with dying trees as well as their broken branches as the unkempt grass grew wildly across the yard and crept up the exterior walls. The moon appeared to be sitting on the top of the deteriorating building, its glow settling around the structure like a fleece blanket, adding an eerie appeal. Its dilapidated brick exterior was cosmetically altered to look chic, but it still looked like a scene straight out of hell.
When he pulled in front, Heaven was reluctant to get out of the car, but Julian quickly made his way over to her side, opened her door then reached in to take her hand. He had just finished helping her out of the car when a hulking figure, shrouded in the shadows of the night, threw open the large front doors. The chains that framed the door rattled and instantly ignited the large chrome skull above the door, it’s fiery red eyes lit up and the bottom jaw dropped before emitting a piercing shriek. The enormous silver sign above the skulls head read “The house of chains” and Heaven felt a tingle race up her spine at what the name implied.
Heaven watched as a large figure walked towards them, the body shrouded in black and what seemed like a thousand chains strategically attached to the clothing. As the tall figure fully emerged from the darkness, Heaven realized immediately that it was a woman.
“Park it close.” Julian spoke to the women as he tossed his keys to her.
“The usual spot, sir?” she asked in an unusually deep voice.
“Yes.” Julian answered as the woman jumped into his car and proceeded to park it as close as possible. Julian took a step towards the door before realizing Heaven was still standing back looking up at the building.
“What is this place?” she asked as a shiver of nervousness crept up her spine.
“The house of chains.” he answered as he grabbed a hold of her hand and led her inside.
The moment she walked in she was blinded by the red and white flashing lights. Everywhere she looked she saw red, from the bright-blood colored walls, the thick furniture, to the large red-hued glass tables that several nude women where gyrating wildly on. The dancing women wore thick dog chains around their necks, wrists and ankles, and tall platform heels. There was a beautiful blonde standing on top of the large circular bar, her nude body wrapped in chains while several men licked her feet, legs and further up. Behind the fake blood splattered bar, a curvy topless redhead served drinks like a magician, juggling glasses and cans of beer, flipping bottles of liquor behind her back and catching them all the while making sure the party guests money disappeared into her small purse hidden under the bar.
On the far end of the long round bar the pink haired waitress wore a corset that looked tight enough to crack a few ribs, her pierced nipples poking out above the hot pink colored leather. She was drinking more than she was serving and kissing more men and women then was healthy. She was currently kissing a woman with short black hair wearing and matching black latex painted across her body that a few men were slowly peeling off. Another man sat on the bar stool kissing her French manicured toes while the man to her right peeled the thick latex from her small pert breast before it taking the taunt peak into his mouth.
“This place is perversity at its finest.” She whispered as her eyes took in the depravity, holding Julian’s hand in a death lock. “I’m going straight to hell just for looking.”
“Then don‘t look.” he grinned aware of the fact that she could not take her eyes off the shocking scene before her. But it was the woman dressed in chains slapping a bound man across the face with a neon purple dildo that confirmed the fact that Heaven needed to leave.
“I can’t do this.” she said low and he saw the anxiety rising in her eyes, knowing her state of undress was making it worse. “I want to leave.”
“You’re only observing tonight.” he reassured her, sliding his hand down to her butt as he lead her towards a short set of wrought iron stairs. He walked behind her, his hand taking liberties with her plump behind as he guided her to the top. Heaven stopped to glance up at what appeared to be a large gated room on the floor above, the walls cut away as an open invitation to the festivities within.
When she reached the top of the steps, Heaven stood there dumbfounded for a moment before Julian grabbed her hand. The outskirts of the floor were dark, magnifying the three spotlights that were facing down upon the three monstrously-sized beds below. The round wrought iron bed frames were low to the floor and the mattresses were draped in a faux leopard print fur. Heaven tightened her grip on Julian’s hand as she passed by the first bed, unintentionally staring at the three gorgeous women feasting on each other, all three bodies were entwined in a dazzling display that left Heaven wondering if they would require assistance to help pry their bodies apart.
As she continued through the room, she could not turn away from the main attraction of the second bed. It was a woman well over 400 pounds sprawled over the mattress, her fluorescent orange hair pulled up in two pigtails and the large gold chain around her neck read ‘skinny bitch‘. She was surrounded by a bevy of eager men, who worshiping every inch of her abundance of flesh in a frenzied like state as she cried out in delight.
“This place is crazy.”
“Don’t look.” he instructed but she could not turn away from the freak show.
Heaven
leaned closer to Julian as she passed by the third bed, it was shaking so hard one of the legs buckled from the pressure before her very eyes. The last bed was an all-out fuck-fest, there were bodies on top of bodies, their genitalia interlocking and connected them all together. From where Heaven stood, the mountain of gyrating flesh on the bed looked more like a compounded, multi-headed monster then a multi-partner orgy. Suddenly one of the pieces of the fleshy structure pulled itself from the pile and ran up to Heaven, a sadistic smile spreading across his face.
“Join us.” he spoke but Julian turned to face the man, who suddenly looked nervous. “Oh, sorry King, it’s so dark I didn’t recognize you.” he apologized before running back to the bed and jumping on top of the mountain of nude bodies. Heaven tightened her grip on Julian’s hand as they reached the end of the room.
He led her down a short hallway to another set of steps where a large hulking man stood, his black leather outfit blending with the tall black door behind him. His face was covered in a matching leather mask with a small zipper for him to speak through and eye holes so small Heaven wondered how he could see at all.
“Welcome sir, your accommodations are ready” the stranger spoke in a deep barreling voice as he led lead them up the steps then unlocked the door before handing the single key to Julian. “Would you like the usual” the man asked.
“No, I want a bottle of champagne.” As Julian placed his order with the man, Heaven took a look around the room. In the middle of the floor sat a magnificent dining table, its circular chrome base holding up a thick slab of grey colored glass. On both sides of the table were two moon-shaped, black suede couches and in the center of the table was a small silver statue depicting a woman in chains. Heaven then walked over to the large glass wall that gave an unobstructed view to the entire first floor.
“Have a good evening, sir.” she heard the masked man say before she turned to watch him descend down the stairs with the grace of a ballerina.
“Can he see up here?” she asked Julian after he locked the door.
“No.”
“What about them?” she asked pointing at the crowd outside of the window.
“It’s a trick mirror, they can’t see anything but themselves.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive, I’ve been on both sides of that glass.” he grinned.
“I’m sure you have,” she scoffed “but I bet you like being up here best.”
“How did you know?”
“Because it’s the perfect set up for a voyeuristic creep who enjoys watching from a far while doing depraved things that cannot be seen by those he is watching.”
“Just as perfect as it is for a sexually-repressed temptress, who also enjoys watching from afar, but is too afraid to admit it.”
“It’s better to be sexually repressed, then a sexual deviant.”
“You like it too, admit it.”
“Why would I admit a lie?” she raised her chin as the slight pout reached her lips and he could not resist the urge to kiss them. She pulled back, ready to argue when a loud ring burst through the room. “Is that a door bell?”
“Come in.” he yelled towards the door and two women walked into the room.
“I brought you our best bottle of champagne.” the curvy blonde smiled, her body fully nude except the black synthetic roses applied over her nipples and a dozen thin chains wrapped around her hips, hanging low enough to cover her bare sex. The brunette behind her was topless, but wearing a small chain mail skirt and matching silver disco boots, while holding onto a large platter of fruit. They set the bottle of champagne and the fruit platter on the table, and then the topless woman left the room immediately while the blonde filled the two champagne glasses she had brought.
“Ring me if you need anything else, sir.” she said suggestively then turned to Heaven, “You too gorgeous.” she winked then turned around, the chains around her hips bouncing as she sashayed her way out of the door. Julian walked back to the door then locked it again before taking Heaven’s hand, he led her to the sofa then sat beside her.
“I bet you love hearing these half-naked chicks calling you sir.” she shook her head.
“They don’t use names here, everyone is Sir or Miss,” he took a sip of his drink then smiled with pride, “or gorgeous.” Heaven rolled her eyes at him as she grabbed the glass of champagne and a fat strawberry off the silver platter. She took a bite and Julian watched the juice drip from her lips to the top of her breast and he immediately dipped his head and licked it from her skin. She took another bite but before she got a chance to even chew, Julian put his mouth to hers. She tried to pull back but he kissed her carefully for a moment before he pulled back.
“That was gross,” she said the un-chewed piece of strawberry in her mouth, “you’re not supposed to lick the food in someone’s mouth.”
“No?” he asked then bent to kiss her again, this time using his mouth to take the piece of strawberry from her. She stared in disbelief as he chewed the strawberry then swallowed it “I’ve had my tongue deep inside of every orifice on your body, I kiss you over a dozen times a day,” he shrugged his shoulders “I don’t see the problem.” he slid his arm across her hip and pulled her closer to him as she took another bite of the strawberry. Once the fruit was gone, she reached for a few raspberries as he slid his hand up her inner thigh. She shoved a juicy berry in her mouth trying to ignore what he was doing, but when his hand slid a little higher then she could handle, she held a raspberry before his mouth.
“Taste one, they’re really good.” she blurted out in a weak attempt to try and turn his attention to the berry instead of her.
“I’d rather taste you Princess.” he said, shocking her into momentary silence, “Spread your legs for me.” his hand was twitching against her thigh in impatience.
“You said we were just observing.” she objected.
“No I said you were observing, I’ll be too busy fucking you to observe.”
“No way! You said-”
“Shush.” he interrupted her, putting his hand over her mouth. “If you tell me no one more time I am going to tie your hands behind your back and put a gag in your mouth.” he slid his hand from her mouth and kissed her pursed lips “I don’t want to gag you, I like hearing your voice when I make you cum,” his hand was pushing aggressively towards her sex “so open up.”
“But anyone could walk in, what if that waitress comes back or something?”
“No one will come up here unless they are called.”
“How do you know?”
“It’s a rule at this club, and we customers pay good money to make sure it’s enforced.” he kissed her lips lightly, “Now open your legs.”
She turned away from him, not wanting to look him in the eyes as she spread her legs for him. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a tiny case, he opened the protective plastic and slid out a slim black wand about the size and width of a finger.
“What is that, Julie?” she asked.
“If you ask one more question I’m going to put you over my knee, slide this deep inside of you” he held up the wand, “then spank your ass.” he leaned in to lightly kiss her lips as he twisted the bottom of the wand and it began to vibrate “Now pull your dress up.” he demanded and she hesitated before she pulled it up enough to expose her sex.
He used the vibrating wand to raise the hem of her dress up higher, while skimming the fingertips of his free hand up her bare thighs. The wand dipped into her naval before traveling higher like a tickle spreading up her belly as his other hand nested between her legs, casually holding her sex. He pulled the wand from under her dress then slid it over the slinky material covering the under swell of her breast and Heaven felt her body tremble as he neared the hardened tip. He circled the tip, watching her as she involuntarily circled her hips in tune with the wand. His free hand slid under her dress, grasping the bottom of her breast then pushed it up as he finally slid the wand over her nipple. She closed her ey
es, spread her legs wider and slid deeper into the seat as he relentlessly toyed with her sensitive breast. She felt him slip the cool wand under the thin material and she braced herself as the pleasure bubbled through her chest then extended down to settle at the apex of her thighs.
He slid the fabric to the side of her breast and despite the intensity of the pleasure she was experiencing, she was ready to object. He knew that look on her face and knew her nudity would overwhelm her, so to distract her, he dipped his head to the bare tip and covered it with his mouth as he slid the wand down to the top of her sex.
She arched her back, her whole body ignited in raw nerves as he touched her and she cried out as she felt the wand slip between her sensitive flesh. He pulled back from her breast to spread her sex open and circled the hardened nub with the wand, being careful not to touch the tightening nub. When he went to close, she jerked back and tried to close her legs, but he grabbed the thigh closest to him and pulled it over his lap.